Nubile Brittany Anthology of Dirty Sex

By K.B. Stevens

Mature audiences only. Explicit descriptions of sexual acts and kinks. All characters over the age of 18. All 5 books of the, "Nubile Brittany" series for one low price! Also includes the bonus story, "Ugly Girls Need Sex Too!" Steamy tales of dubious consent, group sex, devirginization, bondage,lesbian action and more. Brittany wasn't a whore; she was just willing to do whatever it takes to make it in life. Make Brittany yours, and cheer her on through her trials and tribulations. Features: dubious consent, group sex, bondage, lesbian, oral and anal pleasures, strap-on, interracial, golden showers, animal, sex toys, mythical creature sex, young and old, deflowering, spanking, public sex, celebrities, reverse breeding, submission, a willing sex doll, gun play, taboo sex, machine sex, sensory deprivation, hair sex, and a touch of romance among other kinks.
Includes:
My Nubile Future Daughter In Law,
Brittany Is A Crowd Pleaser,
Celebrity Escort Sex,
My Preacher Coerced Me Into Sex,
50 Shades of Brittany,
&
Ugly Girls Need Sex Too!
Over 40,000 words of Dirty Sex!

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.B. Stevens
• Release date: May 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301952205

K.B. Stevens

I studied Video/Film at The University of Maryland Baltimore County. Have travelled all over the world to strange places like: Iceland, Turkey, Africa, Bahamas, Mexico, Denmark, Belgium, Japan, France, America, etc. I love anything that involves the outdoors including: scuba diving, water skiing, hiking, biking, kayaking, ice-skating, snow skiing, shooting, sailing, etc. I love movies and reading, and believe that reading/writing screenplays combines the best of both mediums. Lately I have been branching out into other genres of writing like: non-fiction and erotica. I really enjoy putting a story together and hope you will enjoy reading some (all) of my books.

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Nubile Brittany Anthology

by

K.B. Stevens

Copyright 2013 K.B. Stevens

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This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only, and may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This eBook is a work of erotic fiction for mature adult audiences only. It is unsuitable for readers 17 and under, and may be offensive to readers of all ages. All characters are over the age of 18 and fictitious; any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

My Nubile Future Daughter-in-law

I have no idea in the world how my idiot son landed, Brittany the bombshell. Sure, my boy Colton, has good looks; thanks to his mama, but a wet cardboard box has five times his IQ, and he's not hung like an ox, like his old man either. There could be only one thing, Britt the tits could be after... my money!

That girl didn't have two dimes to rub together, but she certainly did have it were it counted most; pretty doll face, big voluptuous tits like rockets, a wasp waist, and long cherry-tinted honey blonde hair down to her round butt, that would be just perfect for pulling if you had her down on all fours giving it to her doggy-style.

Yes sir, she was built for a good old fashioned screwing, and with her wedding to my retard of a son only two months away, it looked like he was going to be the lucky one to make good on that screwing. Even though he didn't really have much in that department to make good with. I mean the dim-wit is hung like a miniature Chihuahua; definitely got that from his momma's side of the family, not mine.

Me personally, I've always been suspicious of Brittany; sure she looked plenty virginal sitting in the church pews every Sunday morning, and she definitely acted the part, on her knees with the good book in her hands. But I also noticed the way her eyes would fall to my lap whenever the offering tray was passed, and the way she innocently brushed against me when taking her seat next to Colton. Plus the girl acted like she could get away with murder on account of her ballooning milky white tits, pouty mouth made for sucking cock, and blouse buttons that seemed to mysteriously self-open whenever she needed a favor.

Her latest favor was some bullshit about helping her constantly plastered granny save the run down chicken-shit shack they called a home, from being foreclosed-on by the evil city bank. Only problem is, I not only work for the, evil bank, but I personally signed off on her granny's foreclosure paperwork. What can I say; I'm a cold hearted bastard. Anyway it wasn't my fault that old hag drinks her entire social security check every month. Bratty Brittany should have dropped out of school and got a job like I did at her age.

Besides, I wasn't letting the likes of her trailer trash kin into the family tree of the mighty Burkes. I mean I've got a respectable reputation to uphold. That means it's time to end this game of, wedding chicken, that Brittany has been trying to use to extort money from me for her granny's crumbling, nearly condemned, farmhouse. Time to put a stop to this sham engagement with my half-wit son...unless there could be some benefit for me; big-daddy Burke.

*****

My fiancé, Colton, had the face and body of a Greek god. Unfortunately that also included having a penis the size of an itty-bitty fig leaf. That's okay; it made it less of a, job to give him a hummer. I waltz into the living room and find him planted, as usual on the couch playing that stupid, Lords of Bore Craft, game he's addicted to. In my sweetest, honey voice I suggest to him, "Hey Colton, how about you loan my Nana the money to catch up the mortgage yourself?"

What babe? he says, pretending he didn't hear me.

I pop the top on an ice cold PBR, and handing it to him, I gingerly try again, I mean, you got plenty of money in your college fund; and I'll pay you back personally when I get a job this summer.

Colt takes a long pull on his beer and after belching loudly he says, Babe, my daddy has control over that money. I already told you that.

I feel a bit defeated, so I try a different approach that perhaps his pea-sized brain can understand.

I guess Nana could just let the house go back to the bank, and move in with us after the wedding, I suggest slyly.

He shoots me a look that says, No way in hell.

Your granny is nice and all, but I can't be creeping around my own place like a church mouse, trying not to wake up little old ladies passed out in their own puke, he says.

Why don't you just ask your daddy for the money? I plead.

"Why don't you ask him yourself, Britt," he shoots back.

Maybe I will!

Look Brittany, I ain't tryin' to fight with you, but my daddy ain't gonna give me that kind of dough, he says apologetically.

Okay, the gloves come off, I think to myself. No more, Ms. Nice Brittany; time to motivate the primal parts of Colton's brain.

"Baby, if Nana moves in with us I won't be able to do this anytime I want to," I say sheepishly.

"Do what, Britt?"

I drop to my knees between his muscular spread legs, and ease the zipper down on his baggy jeans. Gently I unfold his tiny penis with my soft hands.

I'm kind of busy, Britt, he says in protest.

That's okay honey, you enjoy your game, I tell him.

I flick my tongue teasingly around the mushroom head of his teeny cock, and it comes to life pulsing right before my very eyes. Colton shifts uneasily on the couch, trying to stay focused on his stupid game, but I already know I've got him hooked...time to reel him in.

Suddenly I take his whole cock in my mouth, not that there's that much of it to be taken in. Colton releases an involuntary groan. I pull his foreskin back with one hand and work my mouth back and forth rhythmically. I bob my head up and down, up and down on his dick. I know he's enjoying it cuz he's making little moaning sounds everytime I glide my lips deeper towards the base of his cock.

I taste a couple of salty drops of Colton's pre-cum. I take him deep enough in my mouth to tickle his rock hard abs with my nose against his belly. He squirms up and down, thrusting his teeny dick into my willing mouth. I gently cup and stroke his hairy balls in both hands while continuing to greedily suck all four inches of his stone hard dick.

Finally he puts the game controller down and places both hands firmly on the back of my head, pulling me back and forth, up and down the length of his shaft. All of a sudden his body goes stiffer than a wooden board as his little dick pulses against the roof of my mouth, and I taste his warm slippery cum sliding down the back of my throat. He holds my head on his cock a little longer, before finally slumping back down on the couch in total relaxation. I swallow the rest of his cum, and lick a sticky drop off my lips when he says contentedly, Thanks babe, I needed that!

So you'll ask him for me? I question him; knowing Colton wouldn't dare risk me cutting him off from my amazing blow job skills. Especially not in this moment; as he bask in the afterglow of his freshly sucked dick, with his weiner still half out of his pants.

Yes, Britt; I'll ask him, he says in resignation.

Thanks Colt! I love you babe! I say excitedly, trying to give him a kiss on the mouth, but he turns his head, not wanting to get snowballed with his own sperm.

*****

Colton hangs up the phone with a familiar look on his face. I've seen it after a couple of his losing football games when his overbearing father would march up and berate him for being, The stupidest quarterback in the whole goddamn U-S of A. Which was a little ironic because Mr. Burke's fat ass never played any sports in high-school, and Colton, on the other hand, had an entire wall of trophies from football, baseball and basketball.

Times like those would make me so angry I wanted to punt Mr. Burke's nuts straight through the up-rights! But I'm getting a bit off my story. You'll have to forgive me, cuz my mind does wander from time to time.

Dejectedly Colton tells me, Sorry Britt; he said, 'no'.

Maybe I'll drive over there and ask him myself! I say, determined to extract the money from Mr. Burke. I mean the guy is friggin' loaded; it's not like he'd miss a couple of thousand dollars for his future daughter-in-law!

And don't think I'm not grateful that he's paying for our entire wedding since my father passed on, but I'm talking about saving Nana's house! I didn't want the money to save Nana's house. I needed the money to save Nana's house. Surely he would understand the difference. Plus I just turned eighteen and he obviously forgot all about my birthday. The inconsiderate slob didn't send me a happy birthday text, a card filled with money, or even a phone call. No nothing, so he owed me a birthday present at least; right? Surely he couldn't turn down his cute future daughter in law who was in desperate need, and definitely not in this angelic white dress I just got for my eighteenth birthday.

Against my better judgment, I'm going to tell you what happened when I went over to Mr. Burke's house to ask him for the money in person. But before you go judging me, and getting on your high and mighty horse...thinking what a slut I am, let my tell you a little more about my Nana; then maybe you'll empathize with my predicament, and think of me a bit more kindly.

I love my Nana Rose more than anything. She's the only family I've had since my parents passed on when I was 9, and she's raised me ever since. That being said, my Nana is a drunken mess who blows her entire social security check on booze and bingo. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have been in this depraved situation in the first place.

*****

I parked a couple of houses down from Mr. Burke's place because I didn't want his bitchy wife to know that I was there; begging for a hand-out. She and I don't get along, and I don't think we ever will; not even after I marry her boy. If she had her way Colton would still be sucking on her saggy titty right now at the tender age of 21. Thankfully Colton was a simpleton, and easy enough for me to control with a couple of big SAT words he didn't understand, or a quick blowjob if his wicked mother was trying to turn him against me again.

I sneak around the side of the Burke house, and trudge out onto the muddy path through the backyard and find Mr. Burke sitting on a putrid green couch in the back of his giant garage, toying with old tractor parts. When he sees me coming towards him he pulls the stubby cigar out of his mouth with a grease stained hand, takes a long pull on his beer and stares at me, shaking his chubby bald head back and forth.

Brittany, Brittany, darling you look somethin' special today! he says ogling me